We offered you a summer job, but you went and became a mercenary?

At the same time.

Jiangcheng College of Arts and Sciences, Room 302 (Male Dormitory).

Lin Ye was sitting cross-legged on the lower bunk, holding a box of eighteen-yuan wooden bucket rice in his hand, eating with great relish.

Xia Wanqiu sat in the chair opposite, holding a tablet computer, her face ashen.

"Lin Ye, they're here." Xia Wanqiu handed over the tablet.

Lin Ye picked up a piece of braised pork and stuffed it into his mouth without even looking at the screen.

"Come on over. Food is the most important thing in the world." Lin Ye swallowed the braised pork. "It's the weekend, and this delivery is so slow. I'm starving."

boom!

The dormitory door was suddenly pushed open.

Zhao Jianguo rushed in, covered in sweat and panting heavily.

"Mr. Lin! Something terrible has happened!" Zhao Jianguo snatched the bottle of mineral water from Lin Ye's bedside table and gulped down half of it.

"Old Zhao, that's not very considerate of you," Lin Ye said, clearly annoyed. "I just took a sip of that water."

"What time is it and they're still concerned about water?!" Zhao Jianguo stamped his feet in frustration. "Taylor is leading the team! Six S-class heroes! These foreigners have gone mad; they've pulled out all their trump cards!"

Zhao Jianguo quickly gave a brief report on the situation at the airport.

"Mr. Lin, we're not taking this job." Zhao Jianguo gritted his teeth and made the decision.

"What do you mean?" Lin Ye put down his chopsticks.

"That's too dangerous!" Zhao Jianguo exclaimed urgently. "Those are six S-level students! If a fight breaks out on campus, half the university town will be wiped out!"

Zhao Jianguo took out a walkie-talkie.

"I've already applied to the highest levels. As soon as you approve, we'll activate the special defense system immediately!"

"We used heavy firepower to precisely target and suppress them halfway to the school!"

"Forget about S-rank, just blow them to ashes!"

After hearing this, Lin Ye immediately slammed the wooden bucket of rice he was holding onto the table.

He stood up, his face extremely grim.

"Old Zhao, are you deliberately picking a fight?" Lin Ye pointed at Zhao Jianguo's nose.

Zhao Jianguo was stunned.

"I'm doing this for your safety!"

"Bullshit!" Lin Ye cursed, "If you bombard them with missiles, who's going to pay my appearance fee?"

"I just told you a few days ago, we'd pay for everything together! These foreigners are walking ATMs now. If you blow up my ATM, are you going to compensate me?"

Zhao Jianguo was sprayed with spittle all over his face.

"But... the opponent is too strong..."

"Screw you!" Lin Ye interrupted him directly. "Working people hate it when others steal their sales. If you dare to fire a shot today, I'll beat you and those foreigners up too!"

Zhao Jianguo was completely at a loss.

He finally understood that in Lin Ye's eyes, all S-level experts were prey with a price tag.

You tell him about the dangers, and he talks to you about the benefits.

"Fine!" Zhao Jianguo gritted his teeth, "I won't fire! But I'll give you my piece of advice!"

"The National Security Bureau has limited funding. The highest levels have granted a special exception; your appearance fee can only be increased to a maximum of three billion!"

Three billion?

Lin Ye touched his chin.

"Alright, three billion it is." Lin Ye nodded reluctantly, then turned to look at Zhao Jianguo, who was covered in sweat. "Let's make this clear first, is it before or after tax?"

Zhao Jianguo stood there, stunned, his mind still a little blank.

What kind of time is this? This ancestor is actually concerned about paying taxes?

"Mr. Lin, this money is coming from the National Security Bureau's special allowance account," Zhao Jianguo quickly explained, afraid that this gentleman might change his mind. "It's absolutely tax-free, a full three billion, every single penny will be deposited into your account!"

Upon hearing the words "tax-free," Lin Ye smiled.

He bent down and pulled a red, white, and blue snakeskin bag out from under the bed, then patted it casually.

"Tax exemption is good." Lin Ye slung the burlap sack over his shoulder and urged, "Let's go. If we're late and those foreigners run away, who will get this 3 billion?"

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Jiangcheng College of Arts and Sciences.

A stadium with a capacity of 10,000.

There was still half an hour until noon.

Traffic around the entire university town has been completely paralyzed.

The plaza and streets surrounding the stadium were packed with hundreds of thousands of Chinese citizens who had spontaneously come to the event.

Traffic police set up three cordons, but they still couldn't stop the angry crowd.

The gymnasium was packed to capacity. The aisles and steps were filled with Chinese students, their fists clenched and their eyes bloodshot.

The arena area has undergone emergency renovations by the authorities.

Ten-meter-high military-grade explosion-proof glass was erected all around, and the outer layer of the glass was covered with a semi-transparent blue energy-absorbing shield.

This is the highest-level protective equipment that the National Security Bureau urgently transferred from the border war zone overnight. It is specifically designed to prevent energy leakage when S-level superhumans fight, so as to avoid injuring ordinary students in the stands.

11:50.

A deafening roar of an engine came from the direction of the stadium's main entrance.

Six black heavy SUVs with foreign affairs license plates drove straight through the cordon and stopped arrogantly at the entrance of the passage.

The car door opened.

Wearing his custom-made tactical armor, Taylor strode into the stadium, surrounded by a group of foreign journalists.

The five early-stage S-class ability users following behind him all held their chins high, their eyes filled with contempt for the Chinese people around them.

The tens of thousands of Chinese students in the audience erupted in a deafening chorus of boos.

"Get out!"

"You are not welcome here!"

Mineral water bottles and crumpled pieces of waste paper rained down from the stands.

Taylor didn't even try to block.

The debris was instantly pulverized into powder by an invisible, violent lightning bolt within half a meter of his body.

Taylor walked to the edge of the ring without even taking the steps.

He bent his knees slightly, lifted himself up, cleared the three-meter-high fence, and slammed heavily into the center of the ring.

boom!

The composite wood flooring shattered on the spot, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

Taylor looked up and surveyed the entire room.

Instead of using a microphone, he unleashed his S-class peak thunder power without reservation.

Blinding blue arcs of electricity spread wildly from his armor outwards. An extremely strong smell of ozone filled the air.

Taylor swung his right fist and slammed it into the military-grade bulletproof glass at the edge of the ring.

Click!

The specially made glass, capable of withstanding direct impact from armor-piercing bullets, bursts open with a dense network of cracks the moment it comes into contact with a fist.

A tremendous, muffled thud reverberated through the air, striking the hearts of every student from the Dragon Kingdom.

The tens of thousands of people in the audience fell silent instantly.

This is pure hierarchical suppression.

The oppressive aura of a peak S-rank made it extremely difficult for these ordinary students to even breathe.

Several girls in the front row immediately clutched their chests and began to dry heave.

"Is this how you Chinese people treat your guests?"

Taylor's voice, accompanied by the roar of thunder, echoed throughout the stadium.

He pointed to the entrance where the Chinese athletes were entering the arena.

"Where's that coward Lin Ye? Wasn't he making a big fuss online yesterday? Tell him to come out and face his doom!"

Taylor raised his wrist and glanced at the time.

It is 11:55 now.

"If he doesn't show up by midnight..."

Taylor pointed to the steel dome overhead, his tone extremely arrogant.

"I'll smash this broken glass, and turn this entire stadium, along with everyone inside, into charred remains!"

These words were broadcast live to a public channel on the international dark web via dozens of high-definition cameras at the scene.

Foreign netizens in the live stream were completely engrossed in the celebration.

The barrage of comments scrolled wildly, the screen filled with mockery.

"The people of the Dragon Kingdom are terrified! They dare not even fight!"

"Well done, Commander Taylor! He just demolished their school!"

"That monkey who only knows how to use firearms must have already bought a plane ticket and escaped overnight!"

Western commentators laughed unrestrainedly in the live broadcast room, relentlessly belittling China's extraordinary cultural heritage.